I Luv This Shitt August Alsina Lyrics

She said she just got her some titties). Man I luv this shit (man I luv this shit). Bitches been missing me lately. The liquors invading my kidneys. Soon as we step in, we got your chick. Girl, ain't no bitch nigga, no rich nigga, no snitch nigga. I luv this shitt august alsina lyrics.com. I luv it, I. I'm gon' luv her better, cause her man ain't shit. You luv it, better make you luv it girl (x2). And we about to kill this shit. I luv you baby, I luv it.

So I'mma keep on fucking like I luv this bitch. They love it when I talk to em' crazy. I luv it, I, god damn it. Suck a nigga dick, do it with alot of spit. I'm faded, drinking. Lay it down to the aug, trey and chris remix. Verse 2: trey songz]. I tell her keep on suckin', girl get all this dick. Yungin' got the heat to make em' pop. Feels so good that a nigga might kiss. A little peach ciroc and we faded. Imma keep stuntin', cause I luv bein' rich. A nigga back with this motherfuckin' remix, (remix). I luv this shitt august alsina lyrics. I'm so fucked up, now I'm talking my shit.

All we doin' is licking, and fucking, and touching. Verse 1: august alsina]. Right now, and she want to try some new shit. Been chillin' and I feel like killin' you niggas. She tell me keep fuckin, cause she luv this shit.

Niggas they know, bitches all on my dick. I'm way to high to be trippin' like this. Then we see all the panties drop. Cause I got rozay, a little bombay. Girl don't worry bout' your, hairs fuck up. To get the whole club poppin' like freaknic. Your booty be speaking another language (ohh yeahh).

Imma keep doin', and I does this shit. And I'mma keep on lickin', cause she luv it. Cause we lining up the shots. Soon as we hit the parking lot. She like "ooh, that's my shit". Baby when we play, put this song on replay. This is what you want, I'mma put it like this.

And I'mma keep grinding, nigga try'na get rich. I'm so bossed up, I be talking like rich. And I know you hate it. She loves it, she loves it. Don't need full conversation. And yo' chick, and yo' chick. Verse 3: chris brown]. If you ask her she gon' tell you like this. Like this: laa-laa laa-laa laa (laa-laa laa-laa laa).